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Unimportant correction of location: The farm buzzed by the airforce was on
Widbey Island, not Winslow.

If it was on Whidbey it was not buzzed by the Air Force. Navy, maybe, but
not Air Force.

Ah yes, quite right, Whidbey Island NAVAL Air Station. When one looks up &
sees zooming jets screaming out of hell, it's hard to remember, "Looky,
sailors!"

In Pentagon-Speak, mind-numbing jet-noise is "the sound of freedom," a
phrase the locals use as a preface to hocking a loogy. Maximum-rackety
afterburner-assisted scrambles & mock aereal combat, reliably through the
day, but frequently until 1:15 in the morning, has destroyed farms &
families, & bankrupted landowners. It causes cows to stop milking, &
horses to have nervous heart failure, & dogs to run off into the woods
never to return, & campers & visitors to the advertised-as-beautiful state
parks to realize they never want to spend tourist dollars in that
screaming hell-hole again, &amp wetlands birds to stop breeding, &
noise-stressed husbands to beat the living daylights out of their wives, &
sleep-deprived mothers to beat the living daylights out of their kids, &
stammering abused children to fail in school....

Lovely nature walks to the sound of jet noise. Beach-combing to the sound
of jet noise. Jet noise day & night the one pervasive reality for
civilians, plus the base has been called "one of the most polluting in the
nation" as excess jet fuel is always dumped into the air before landings.
But on the up-side, whale watchers can TOUCH the whales if they want --
washed up on the beaches, killed by sonar testing.

It's all okay though cuz it's the sound of freedom, in a world where
"peace" is redefined as "never a moment's." And since the dive-bombing is
predictable, real estate agents can happily arrange to show
depressed-value properties during the hours that give the incorrect
illusion of rural paradise, & hornswoggle city slickers into thinking they
purchased ten acres in heaven, of which they will be disabused when the
ink is dry. At least they can say it's no different than living in a
Landing Pattern at SeaTac International Airport except you can go crazy on
a farm instead of in a trailer house.

Whidby Island Air Attack of Vacation Campers:
http://old.mbconf.ca/mb/mbh3720/moore.htm
"There was no use going to bed with this noise. We read, played some table
games, and read some more. Finally, at 12:30 a.m. the noise stopped.
Quiet. Peace. How thankful we were for it!"

-paghat the ratgirl

--
"Of what are you afraid, my child?" inquired the kindly teacher.
"Oh, sir! The flowers, they are wild," replied the timid creature.
-from Peter Newell's "Wild Flowers"
See the Garden of Paghat the Ratgirl: http://www.paghat.com/